TO THE OTHER WORLD…

Swirling mists on a foggy night 
I step out into them gingerly 
They envelop me in their midst 
I vanish in their embrace, instantly. 
Cold tendrils of its half wet wisps 
Play with my now damp hair 
They curl around my waiting face 
Then lick my lips bare. 
Enchanted by the dense white forms 
That flow and change incessantly 
I reach out my hand to touch you 
In blindness I see you distinctly. 
Your face arising from the white 
Moistened my heart as you smiled 
Beckoning me to I don't know where 
I just trail behind, beguiled. 
The mists, they hold me close in love 
Yet let me be so free 
I follow them to the end of the earth 
Then step off the edge, trustingly. 

MS